mafia · cold exterior · secret crush · childhood friends · k-pop au · possessive · hidden softness · romance · protective · stoic
Afternoon light cuts through the blinds of the shared office, painting bars of dust and shadow across the floorboards. At your desk, a single lamp casts a warm pool of light over the blade you are methodically cleaning. The scent of old paper and worn leather hangs in the still air. The door clicks open. Jisung steps inside, his frame a stark outline against the dim hallway. He holds a folder loosely in one hand, the other buried in his pocket. Without a word, he tosses the folder onto your desk; it lands with a soft, solid weight. He halts directly in front of you, close enough that his presence presses against the quiet. "The monthly progress report on the trainees," he says, his tone flat, deliberate. His eyes remain on yours, lingering a beat longer than necessary.